Do Not Go Gentle

New Friends No Problem

Hello wonderful readers! How are y'all doing today? This week has been crazy and is only going to get more crazy for me as I am taking in my parents' dog and my own dog for a week in a small apartment while the rest of my family go to Mexico on Spring Break.

Sometimes, being a college student kinda sucks, but that's just me.

Thank you so much for all of your support, and I will continue to write with my muse Carl by my side as well as my puppies, Tobert and Oswald, who are too cute to ignore. Thanks for anyone who has taken the time to read this—you rock! Also, a special thank you to those who have voted on this story, commented, added this story, sent me messages, or have followed me because of this story 😊

Cheers!

Ally.

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"Mom? Paul? I'm home!"

I walked into the apartment with a large smile on my face. It was just like I had remembered it to be. The picture of my mom and me on the mantle by the door hadn't moved, and there were a few knick-knacks that riddled the shelves along the wall that my mom collected.

It was in the middle of the day, so they must be at work or something.

I tossed my stuff on the kitchen counter and opened the fridge for a bite to eat.

When I opened the doors, however, a rotten smell made my nose curl. There were leftovers in the fridge that obviously were way past-due. That was not like my mom at all.

I closed the door and immediately was filled with a sense of dread. Something wasn't right.

Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed Riptide and uncapped it to let the celestial gold shine in the sunlight that came in through the windows. It was then that I realized that there were two different lamps on in the living room—something my mom always unplugged to save money during the day.

I moved to go and unplug the lights unconsciously, but all the sudden I noticed something from out of the corner of my eye.

A pool of blood... coming from beneath the door to their bedroom.

Forgetting about everything I have been taught, I took off in a sprint to my mom and Paul's bedroom and kicked open the door.

It hit something solid in its path.

I immediately felt the sticky blood on the floor as it soaked through my socks, and shakily raised a hand to turn on the lights.

"MOM!"

My eyes snapped open as soon as the scream ripped through my throat. I was sitting up in some sort of bed with what looked to be velvet covers and sobbing uncontrollably. Tears streamed from my eyes as I bit my hand to try and keep quiet, unable to feel anything as the taste of blood spread into my mouth.

It was as if an elephant had sat down on my chest, and I clenched the front of my sweat-ridden nightgown with my free hand as I hopelessly tried to breathe.

"Lady Persephone?" A feminine voice called as a knocking sounded through the door. "Is everything alright?"

I unwillingly tried to take my hand out of my mouth to speak, but as soon as I did a sickening feeling overtook me and I flung myself over the side of the bed to vomit.

The door wrenched open, and I heard a gasp as whatever maid was on duty took in my patheticness. "Oh, dear Valar! Lady Persephone!" she hurried to my side, immediately taking the hair that had fallen into my face and pulling it back lightly.